She's Stalked By Her Insanity

Somewhere in a cold dark place, deep down and dead
Her aroused insanity gorged as the pompous feeders fed
Every egocentric medium, of every shamanic sham
Seduced and fooled her and didn't give a tinker's damn
She's stalked by her insanity and she lives with lies
The impossible quests behind her corrupted guise
And now she's sure she talks to those who've passed
Leaving no room for doubt, there're no questions asked
Keepers of the imaginary charm with delusional candour
Evoking reunion beyond death, for they choose to pander
Dreamscape phantoms inveigled her with beguiling hope
Biding their time to guide her through the mystical trope
Yesterday has been and gone and it cut her like a knife
Her sorrow deepened and now she needs tomorrow's life
Every nightmare's a haunting memory and is there to coax
Reflected in the smoke and mirrors of a utopian hoax
In a full moon phase she will talk to no one with eyes ablaze
Not knowing that she's meandering through an endless maze
She's stalked by her insanity, it's gradually getting closer
An unyielding ominous presence that's in need of closure
Nothing matters though, turn the cards, it's crystal clear
Inside her head she's now with those that she holds dear
There's a place, cold and dark, where she hides the facts
Yet she was last seen wandering on moonstruck tracks